On My Volcano Grows the Grass
Parasite Gallery, Auckland
The exhibition title borrows a line from a poem by Emily Dickinson, which is economically referred to as J1677. Dickinson was thought to have had a long-term love affair with her sister-in-law, Susan Dickinson. Read in this light, ‘On My Volcano Grows the Grass’ is afforded a reading that veers away from loneliness (the usual description of Dickinson’s life) to one of potency.
The show explores splits, cracks and rumblings that open possibilities. Anchored in the notion that whilst ‘inside’ and the deep stratum is mine, the self is not singular or bordered; rather it spills, forms and re-forms on surfacing, driven by desire for ‘outside’.
List of artworks
Sweet Pepper
glass chandelier teardrops, adhesive vinyl text
I'll Be Your Mirror
cardboard box, mirror ball and motor, spotlight, vinyl text
Speculum
glass mirror, sandblasted glass magnifying mirror
From the Inside
turned wood: chair and table legs, balustrading
Oh, Oh
MDF, back-lit LED
Tephra
lava bombs
Loss
Artificial grass, photograph
The show explores splits, cracks and rumblings that open possibilities. Anchored in the notion that whilst ‘inside’ and the deep stratum is mine, the self is not singular or bordered; rather it spills, forms and re-forms on surfacing, driven by desire for ‘outside’.
List of artworks
Sweet Pepper
glass chandelier teardrops, adhesive vinyl text
I'll Be Your Mirror
cardboard box, mirror ball and motor, spotlight, vinyl text
Speculum
glass mirror, sandblasted glass magnifying mirror
From the Inside
turned wood: chair and table legs, balustrading
Oh, Oh
MDF, back-lit LED
Tephra
lava bombs
Loss
Artificial grass, photograph